Rejection - Literally

For the past week we've been trying to get my van inspected and have it pass. Not happening folks. I swear I'm frustrated. We knew that when i got a little ding in my windshield months ago we'd have to take care of it. We watched as the crack got larger and were fascinated (i must admit) to see the direction it would take. When my husband went to get the car inspected the weekend before last the guy at the station said you know I can't pass the car with that crack. (Of course we knew this but we were stalling getting it repaired until we had to.. now we had to.) So we got it fixed the very same Saturday. But too late to go back then to get it reinspected. So this past weekend my husband returns to get it inspected and darn if there wasn't another problem - 2 problems. I don't even pretend to know exactly what they were but they had to do with brake shoes and lug nuts or sumpin. Anyway - Saturday we leave the car at the repair place. They can't finish. Give us a loaner (which i don't even want to use for fear it might break down). We pick the car up on Monday night and Tuesday was busy with orthodontia appointments and other things I couldn't get done on Monday. So today i decide to run by the inspection place and the line isn't too long so i say - great. Let's get this outta the way. The nice guy takes the car and i sit on the designated bench - with my Washington Post crossward puzzle. I get down about 6 answers and I hear "Ma'm can I see you over here for a minute". Long and the short - its not fixed up to VA standardss. I am annoyed.
So i call the dh and leave him a message and whilst I wait i start this little drawing. I'm done with it too. I hate leaving things undone but I also like working on stuff I like and this just aggravates me to now end. As I was waiting for my husband's return call, and as i was writing inthe word REJECTION it came to me that the Illustration Friday theme this week was Rejection. I'd been thinking earlier in the week what i'd like to do and it had gone out of my head. Well this is enough rejection for one week. I think i'll let my husband take care of those guys at the repair place (cos I swear if I talk to them ... well it won't be pretty. and we know i like pretty)